Tag: ori

Angst! Toddler Ori who thinks that Ori is his dad. So awkward. And a little adorable.

“No, Dori.”

“Daddy!”

“DOR. RI.”

“Daddy!”

“No, sweet one, watching? Are you watching? Look here, look at me now: Dor. Reee. Dori.”

“mmaaaabaaaaa Daddy, herro! Herro Daddy!”

“You’re going to have to live with it for a while, he’s just too little to understand,” said Nori, grinning from the doorway. Dori glared up at him, little toddler arms hanging around his neck.

“Dadddyyyyyyy,” said Ori happily, and he planted a sticky kiss on Dori’s bearded cheek. 

Dori sighed and resigned himself to it. He supposed it wasn’t so bad.

Fili and Kili totally do everything they can to have a badass bedroom in the Halls. Vili carved them a badass double bunk bed thing out of the stone (Frerin & Frar helped). Thrain made them really cool racks for stuff- and Thorin made weapons for some and Fris made musical instruments for others. Hrera made them (ugly, hard-won) knitwear. Zhori and Ori and Nori made them awesome blankets and linens (w/fighting patterns). All sorts of cool doodads that they made or traded for or were gifted.

OOOOH very cool ideas! Heh, I wrote a music/drabble thingy about Fris making a violin for Fili: perhaps she made him a stand, too!

(double bunk beds set into the walls always and without fail make me think of Red Dwarf. It is a curse I must bear.)

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Oooh, ANOTHER Headcanonpalooza! That makes this one Part 8!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7,

(seriously, if you need a smile, read through these. They’re all SO. DAMN. CUTE.)

FAT BABY FRERIN IS GODDAMN REAL AND TRUE. and aaargh, little scowly Fili with the important little stare, that outraged toddler stare is the absolute best. 

Awww, and I really feel Dori’s pain here *looks sadly at where orange crayon has yet again been applied on the walls and couch and doors*

aviva0017:

Ori was out of his sickbed as soon as Óin gave him permission, though a
racking cough continued to plague him. He immediately began to help Nori
with relearning to walk. The former thief was sullen as he clattered
about their rooms. With each of his arms looped over the shoulders of
his brothers, he winced and cursed with every rattling step until
finally he roared with anger and resentment. Ori stood his ground, all
his shyness and uncertainty burned away in the fires of battle. He faced
his brother’s rage calmly until Nori had exhausted himself, and then
helped him back to his chair. Dori made pot of tea after pot of tea,
lips white and stiff, before carefully plaiting the drained and silent
Nori’s red-brown hair back into its elaborate braids. Then the Brothers
Ri held onto Nori’s hands tightly until he felt able to cry.

–Sansûkh, Chapter 3 (by @determamfidd)

So I drew this a really super long time ago?  I think it was legitimately the first sketch I did in the fandom, over a year ago now.  I’ve kept trying to color or shade it and just hated it every time, so I figure it’s time to just post it and move on to arting other things. ;p This was one of my favorite moments of really early Sansûkh, and possibly my first case of Ri brothers feels (the first of so many XD). Presumably Dori is off making yet another pot of tea (since my paper was too small).  Also, I remembered that the leg was supposedly made by Bofur, so it has his sigil on it as a maker’s mark.

ohgod ohpain oh NORI AUGH

Avi, i love it also i am a monster, how dare i  ORI’S SCAR, the incredibly intricate detailling on their clothes, ahhh NORI’S EXPRESSION, his peg, oh NOri (I love that you remember about Bofur making the peg!!!) and mmmm *wibbles* It is beautiful and absolutely perfect, Avi you are AMAZING.